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I realized exactly how badly I want to go to Tanzania when having a freak out about the status of my visa last week. And this morning when I called and finally talked to a real person for the first time in a week and was informed that my passport was on the way, it was this amazing sense of calm and not being paranoid that I might end up stranded here for the next two months. So perhaps it's not a funny/absurd idea for me to go to Africa again, in fact, it's a really good idea and I'm ready to go. It has been a lovely month with a few of my favorite people in the universe, but it is time to go again before I get too restless. I'm really going to be quite bad at living in the same place for a long time, and really going to be quite bad at being old.
Next week is camping in Canada with the parents/brother/dog. Should be a joyous time... then a weekend and I fly out of SeaTac for a three-day-long flight sequence from hell. And crazy pills. And sunscreen. And SCUBA. And living on the shores of big lakes. And being surrounded by geeky biology people who want to save the earth. And foreign languages. And awkward cultural moments. Yessssssss.
Next week is camping in Canada with the parents/brother/dog. Should be a joyous time... then a weekend and I fly out of SeaTac for a three-day-long flight sequence from hell. And crazy pills. And sunscreen. And SCUBA. And living on the shores of big lakes. And being surrounded by geeky biology people who want to save the earth. And foreign languages. And awkward cultural moments. Yessssssss.